Sifting through dialogue drifting askew;
fabrications smother a single fact.
Candidates tossing partisan spew
hoping the other don’t throw back.
Deciphering rhetoric, an arduous task,
like spelling with alphabet soup.
Securely veiled behind party’s mask,
no limit to how low they will stoop.
Finally a chief we can hail
no more propaganda to air.
Barely a visible slimy trail;
they’ll never admit was theirs.
fabrications smother a single fact.
Candidates tossing partisan spew
hoping the other don’t throw back.
Deciphering rhetoric, an arduous task,
like spelling with alphabet soup.
Securely veiled behind party’s mask,
no limit to how low they will stoop.
Finally a chief we can hail
no more propaganda to air.
Barely a visible slimy trail;
they’ll never admit was theirs.
5 comments:
Slimy trail! You got that right!
Dan, I've presented you with a Roar for Powerful Words award. Stop by my blog to pick it up.
Thanks Jo...when you think you've seen it all, they take it a notch lower.
Laughing, kinda! How true this is...seems the bar has been burned.
Poetry and politics. I've had my doubts about the marriage between the two, but you've got me grinning and applauding with this one. Cheers!
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